Chapter Fifteen

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Mona's Perspective

For all my life I've never had a good connection with my mother, the day she died was the most despaired filled day of my life. I am going to honest going into this "final mission" I didn't know what to except all I knew is that I was going to get payback. When I found my mother on the other side of that door, I didn't know what to do on got down on my knees and started to cry.

"Aww whats wrong sweetie? Are you filled with despair, anger, sadness, or sorrow?" My mother said as she walked around me.

"STAY AWAY FROM HER!" Noah screamed as my mother got closer to me. Not thinking I grabbed one of Noah's guns that had real bullets in it. I hated guns they reminded me of Liam, when I grabbed the gun and put my hand on the tigger I could feel him, as if he was right there next to me.

"Mona, what are doing?" Noah said with confusion in his face.

"Clam down boy-toy she's not going to kill me, I'm her own-"

"You killed him, didn't you?" I said while I was still collapsed on my knees.

"Well yes, but it was for a good reason, this world has too many people so I killed off someone who wasn't important in this world. Dylan never do anything for this world, if he was alive he was an idiot." I wanted her to die, that women was not my mother.

"HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT, I LOVED THAT BOY AND YOU TOOK AWAY HIS LIFE MADE EVERYONE SUFFER. You even faked your own death!" I screamed with tears streaming down my face.

"Yes I faked my own death, that was to time travel here to continue my duties with better, much more advance technology. I left the parts of a time travel machine laying around so you can make one, Mona you and I can make great things."

"You think I'm that idiotic? I will never help you." Thats when I held the gun up "You may have bought me into this world but you are far from my mother." That's when I pulled the tigger, I saw the shot fly through the air through my mothers chest. After that everything went dark when I opened my eyes I was at a dinner table.

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A/N: I'm so proud of that tiny last part and I don't know why.

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